The silent night has turned to a night of fear With windows howling wind into your ear You listen to the spirits far behind These things you hear are too much for your mind
The bell strikes and your spine chills like the grave The chill that turns your blood from red to grey You know that with these things you see and hear The silent night has turned to a night of fear
Image on your bedroom wall Shadows marching in the hall Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind
The green and purple lights affect your sight Your mother cannot comfort you tonight Your brain calls out for help that's never there The silent night has turned to a night of fear The silent night has turned to a night of fear With windows howling wind into your ear You listen to the spirits far behind These things you hear are too much for your mind
The bell strikes and your spine chills like the grave The chill that turns your blood from red to grey You know that with these things you see and hear The silent night has turned to a night of fear
Image on your bedroom wall Shadows marching in the hall Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind
The green and purple lights affect your sight Your mother cannot comfort you tonight Your brain calls out for help that's never there The silent night has turned to a night of fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
